It was sadness, lostness, and the worst thing about it was the way it seemed like a default—like it was there all the time, and all her other expressions were just an array of masks she used to cover it up.
It was interesting the way a small hate could grow inside a big hate and take it over.
It didn't escape Karou's notice that he found subtle ways of touching her.
For the way loneliness is worse when you return to it after a reprieve—like the soul’s version of putting on a wet bathing suit, clammy and miserable.
And there's no better way to thaw a face, as it turns out, than with another face.
There are other ways of showing someone you love them, such as fetching them out of Hell.